Food starts with Mapo Tofu

In the end, they still saw that Chen Nian really wanted them to accept the money, and then they reluctantly asked for five coins.

As a result, Chen Nian still has fifteen papers in his hand.

"Isn't there start-up capital now?"

Chen Nian was overjoyed, sometimes luck is something that cannot be said, as expected, there is a house of gold in the book.

"Don't always call us benevolent, as if I am the kind of person who wants to use kindness to threaten you to do things for me."

Chen Nian thought for a while: "Then I will be your son?"

The old couple were happy when they heard this: "Being a son? Your age is enough for us to be our grandson."

But Chen Nian shook his head: "I see that you two are not very old, if you don't dislike me, I will give you two sons, and I will call you parents in the future, and parents can rest assured that since the two elders can come from the street Please save my life, and my son will repay you in the future!"

While talking about Chen Nian, he thought in his heart, even if the mother knew about this, she would not blame herself, after all, her son was going to freeze to death, and being rescued by others, this is a life-saving grace!
Besides, it wasn't the first time that he had been someone's son in the dream space.

When I experienced the first dream space, although Master Xue was considered a master and apprentice, Master Xue also treated himself as a disciple.

After a while, Mr. Song came over to check, picked up a few pieces of intestines to have a look, and found that the washing was indeed quite clean, and the lungs, pig liver and so on were also washed according to his requirements, reaching his requirements. standard.

Chen Nian wanted to laugh when he heard this. Just now, after Mr. Song took him away from the butcher, he dropped by the door, and introduced himself when he arrived at other people's homes.

On the way here, old man Song San always praised everyone that he had a son, and now he told the butcher who sells meat.

"Fuck you, I picked it up yesterday, but this kid knows how to repay his kindness, so he accepted me as his father."

"it is good!"

There is wine, meat, eggs, and a small bag of millet.

"Father! Mother!"

"Butcher, let me show you, I also have a son now!"

Otherwise, it is really like the old man Song San said to put some stuffing in it, then the customers will probably make trouble if they eat it.

"Of course that's good. My son is not only smart and good-looking, but he can also read!"

So there is no psychological burden for aging now.

"Good job, take these things back, soak them in water first, and I'll prepare two dishes, let's have a good drink today."

"What's the matter? What's the matter? The bandits are here?" Then she saw what Chen Nian and Song San were holding in their hands, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Are you really going to be bandits?"

Of course, the cooking skill learned is not chop suey soup, but Song San's specialty dish when he was at Master Wang's house.

But I have to say that this fresh pig's large intestine is really smelly, and I don't know how Yu Qian's father, Mr. Wang, likes to eat it.

In this kind of folk snacks, the offal naturally has a little visceral flavor, but this visceral flavor is not the taste of the respondent.

Moreover, there is no need to cook dishes for the judges to taste in the old age, so naturally there should be no trace of defense left in it.

Aging cleans these internal organs back and forth.

"This year, my family asked you to write the pair. This piece of meat is a congratulatory gift to Song Laosan. Congratulations, you will also have a son from today."

Then Song Laosan took Chen Nian for a stroll around other places, until he returned home about half an hour later than usual, but he had already carried a lot of things in his hand.

Xu Erni was startled and ran out of the house quickly.

So Chen Nian had another father and a mother.

Chen Nian immediately accepts his head and bows.

In addition, Master Xue also has no heirs, so he is no different from his son.

Song San smiled when he heard this: "What bandits? These are all given by the neighbors in the neighborhood. Everyone knows that I have a son, and everyone insists on stuffing these things into my hands. I can't stop them. Hey, Tell me what happened."

After kowtowing three times to the elder, Xu Erni helped Chen Nian up with tears in his eyes.

"It's ok? When did you give birth secretly, don't you give birth to other women outside?" The butcher said with a big grin.

"Xiao Nian is a good name, it sounds joyful!" Song San also said happily beside him.

Later, in the copy of the braised pork, not only did he have a mother, but he also had a younger sister.

Song Sancai was not polite, and immediately took this piece of meat in his hand: "It's easy to say."

"Okay, okay, I, Song San, have a son from now on, I will see who dares to bully me when I go out, and I will tell my son to beat him!" Song San was very happy.

"Old lady, we're back! Let's eat meat today!" Song San kicked open the door of his house, and then yelled.

As soon as the butcher heard that Chen Nian could still read, he immediately became interested: "Learn, can you write?"

Otherwise, it would be sold out someday, and Song San would have nothing to sell.

In the afternoon, Chen Nian followed Song San to the butcher's place and bought all the leftover offal, which totaled more than five catties and cost more than 100 Wen.

Chen Nian looked about two or two.

Then he said that the meat was given by the butcher to congratulate himself.

How can other people not know what this means?
Naturally, they also found some things that they could take out from home, and gave them to Song San as congratulatory gifts.

"That's all right, the pair at the gate of the Chinese New Year this year will be settled." As he said, he grabbed the little fat left on the chopping board.

At this time yesterday, he didn't expect that he would have another son a day later.

With a flash of cold light, a small strip was cut off.

Later, in the dream space of noodles with scallion oil, Mr. He lost his son, and he was taught by Mr. He as his disciple

But it's not time to eat yet, they have to deal with the offal they bought first.

Chen Nian pretended that he didn't know much, and listened to Song San teach him how to deal with these internal organs.

And this son seems to have some ability.

"Okay, okay, let's eat meat today, and it's been a long time since I said it." Xu Erni said, without exposing Song San's little thoughts.

And he also made sure that he wanted to learn skills from Song San this time.

"Hahaha, that's good." The butcher and Song San are old acquaintances, knowing that Song San's life is normal, so sometimes they will save some for Song San when they sell the water.

"Know how to write." Chen Nian nodded obediently.

"Okay, okay, then we will call you Xiaonian from now on!"

Chen Nian nodded and agreed, but the smell of stool in his hands was really unpleasant, mainly because Chen Nian knew that even if the things visible to the naked eye were washed off, there would still be a lot of bacteria remaining on them.

But those bacteria can still be washed off by brushing and then rinsing with running water.

Chen Nian didn't return home until his hands were completely tasteless.

At this time, Mr. Song had already started preparing to cook.

He wants to cook in person to celebrate the great joy of his old age and son!